Supporting Role
When I was in fourth grade, a boy told me he could hold off going to the bathroom longer than me. The bet was foolish, and all I would win was the knowledge that he was wrong. Yet I took him up on it. I sat on the bus as…
Ramblings on Woolf
I think often of Woolf and the way we treated her. There is much to say about the Muse and its slipping existence from the creative world. How as time passed, creatives stopped placing their abilities on this phantom Muse, stopped attributing part of their successes and failures to this…
Caerule Excerpt
The trees around her extended into darkness, massive branches full of leaves spreading out in every direction, pelted by raindrops as they splattered across viridian fans. When she looked up, she saw a similar sight: trees curving into the black above, not even a speck of stars peering through the…
The Song of Sins
When mist rolls in from darkness, Remember the lashes that bled him, My darling of sweet and honey. Hei ya o yea a-hei o When my dashes bring me to Taolyn, I’ll bring the slashes to tea, And watch the slaves of honey. Hei ya o yea a-hei o Eivor…